Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

confused, texting.

been a brain fart.

was speechless,

this and nobody

before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a heads

the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The

the pages with a heavy sigh.

never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive and had even self–studied some college material, but compared to the true experts, she was leagues behind.

to double down

read on until 11:30 PM when Lorna brought her a cup of milk and

good advice,

was setting her alarm when a new message popped up on

you asking

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth,

came quickly, No way. Is he in

do you

ten minutes before sending back a cryptic message: [Be careful around him in real life. Keep your

he mean by keeping her distance?

stay away from him, my heart literally aches.]

waxing poetic about love, just as

could decide, Louie replied, [Why?]

she responded: [Because “Love or Die” curse. Do

Louie went silent.

typing indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was

Cordelia found Louie’s response: I know. I’ll see your

knew. He actually

him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow,

single

she was about to turn off the

screen, recognizing Everard’s number. What could he want at this late

more velvety than she remembered, greeted

in the nocturnal stillness, somehow more

his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night